Kai• ros | Julian Brandt

18.

Julian's point of view:

Throughout life, we make countless mistakes. Some of them are small and insignificant, barely affecting our lives. Others, on the contrary, are fatal, fateful.

You can make a same mistake once, twice and even thrice. Stubbornly making the same mistake over and over and hoping that one day the result will change. However, at the moment when the phrase "last chance" comes from the lips of someone very important to you, it is highly likely that you will slow down and think about your actions for a moment. The same thing happened to me.

She gave me one last chance. A chance to impress her and win her pathetic list of favorites. To charm her and show her who Julian Brandt really is.

And I was determined not to let her down. Win her affection again.

"You're going to be late, Juli." she breathed a millimeter from my lips.

She put her hands on my chest and stared into my face. Her cheeks burned with fire and her ruby ​​red lips pulsated incessantly. Strands of hair fell into her heated face and I couldn't stop myself from marveling at how beautiful she was at that moment.

It was just supposed to be a goodbye kiss. But one became two. From two, there were suddenly three. And before we knew it, we were both caught in a tangle of passionate lust. I longed for her sweet lips. After each of their touches.

"You're spoiling my fun as always, darling." I voiced my displeasure "How about one more kiss? I promise it will be the last!" I begged like a little boy.

There was amusement in her eyes: "Let me think about it." she pursed her lips "What would Terzić say if he knew that one of his stars, instead of preparing for the upcoming match, was sewing in his car and letting himself be distracted by some woman? I don't think he would bursting with enthusiasm. "

After the victory over The Athletes, we could not afford to rest on our laurels. On the contrary, it was highly desirable that we transfer the acquired self-confidence to the domestic competition as well. On the Bundesliga scene, we were about to welcome Leverkusen to Westfalen in the thirtieth round. My former club and the current leaders of the table, who still haven't found their slayer since the start of the season. The motivation for us to be the one to beat them steal all three points was therefore too high.

"He wouldn't say anything at all. He would only be quietly envious of what a beautiful woman showed her interest in me."

A loud laugh escaped Carlotta's mouth, "You really know how to sweet talk a woman and make her do whatever you ask, Brandt."

I shrugged, "I warned you that no woman can resist Brandt's charm."

She rolled her eyes at my comment, but still kissed me. My lips parted under hers into a delighted grin.

"Besides," I looked her straight in the eye with one last touch of our lips "you're not just any woman. You are my woman. My beautiful, Carlotta.'

She reddened, whereupon her cheeks became even more flaming. She hid her face in the crook of my neck and snuggled up to me with a sigh. I pulled her a little closer to me with my palms and drew random patterns on her lower back with my fingers. I felt how she gradually relaxed under my touch.

"You really should go," she mumbled "And I should get back to the office before anyone notices I'm gone."

"And which one of us two is slacking his work here. Aren't you ashamed, Miss Watzke? What would your uncle say about that?" I grined.

"Funny, Julian, really funny."

She slid from my lap back into the passenger seat, staring intently at her reflection in the rear view mirror.